What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

I know you lawyers can with ease, Twist words and meanings as you please; That language, by your skill made pliant, Will bend to favour every client; That 'tis the fee directs the sense, To make out either side's pretense.

In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.